Gemotions

The house was too quiet. Too still. The quiet felt suffocating, and the stillness made her skin crawl. She glanced at the phone sitting on the counter. It was the gateway to a hidden world. She had seen him talking into it, his face lit by the screen's glow, his voice lowered, evasive. Her foot tapped on the floor. Tap, tap, tap. She felt a magnetic pull to the object, a need to touch it, to see, to *know*.

She ran a hand through her hair, smoothing down the strands again and again. She should just walk away, pretend it didn’t exist. But the feeling within her would not allow it.